Barrow Fields cernunnos

Silver orbs scanned the deer before them, still oblivious of the other hunters in the area. Shalon had pinned her target, a young deer, although no longer spotted, still stuck to its mothers side. Her gaze didn't waver in the effort, she watched it move. Unknowing of the danger that lurcked. She crept forward slowly, although she wasn't muc of a stalker. Rather she preferred the endurance race. 

A biological timer dinged in her head, and she sprang forward. Running straight for the mother and her fawn. Startling the herd, she pushed them toward the hidden hunters. Her tunnel vision narrowed on the young doe as it ran in fright alongside its mother, the race was on. Now it was a matter of who could out last the other.